You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1720: Falling Out

Alisha was about to speak.

At this moment, Athena entered the room.

"I heard that she got up and went to the bathroom by herself at noon, but accidentally fell near the door and scraped herself,"

Athena said fiercely, glaring at Alisha.

Luther turned to look at Athena, his dark eyes narrowing.

"Alisha, tell Daddy if that's what happened," Athena warned.

Alisha lowered her head, then nodded. She hugged Luther tightly, afraid to speak any further. Mommy was so fierce and scary. She

felt a sense of fear towards Athena, so she held onto Luther tightly, relying on him even more.

"Because of poor supervision, the person on duty at noon has already been fired," Athena pushed her wheelchair towards Luther,

getting closer to his side. "Alisha is also my beloved."

Before approaching, Luther stood up abruptly. He took out the medical kit that Jamie had left in the caband walked towards

Alisha.

Removing half of Alisha's sleeve, he carefully unwrapped the previous bandage layer by layer. Due to the oozing blood, sparts

were sticky and difficult to separate. He patiently used alcohol swabs to gently separate them.

Occasionally, when he accidentally touched the wound, Alisha cried in pain.

Luther gently patted her shoulder, comforting her in a soft voice. "Hang in there, it'll get better soon. Daddy will take care of you."

He soothed Alisha while removing the bandage, and the makeshift dressing worried him. He was afraid that the rough handling

might worsen the wound.

When the bandage was completely removed, he was shocked to see the grotesque and terrifying wound, even though he had

imagined it to be quite severe, the actual situation was even worse than he had expected.

How could this be a self-inflicted injury? Although he knew Athena was lying, he didn't expect the lie to be so outrageous.

It was clearly a whip wound!

No wonder he smelled the unusual scent of blood in the air as soon as he entered, and he could almost imagine what had

happened and why the two black-clad individuals guarding the door were nowhere to be seen.

Damn Athena, a bloodthirsty and cruel woman.

He closed his eyes briefly, gritting his teeth. For now, it was important to treat Alisha's wound. The infected wound could lead to a

fever, and the situation was not optimistic. If sepsis occurred, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He evenly sprinkled the best anti-inflammatory powder left by Jamie onto the wound. He also gave Alisha smedicine.

Alisha obediently watched, only making soft hums when the pain becunbearable. She didn't want to worry Daddy too much,

she was already strong enough, enduring it all.

While applying the medication, Luther occasionally glanced at Alisha, his eyes filled with tenderness. She was his daughter, his

cherished and beloved treasure. He couldn't bear to see even a single strand of her hair harmed.

Athena, how dare she!

The bandage in his hand was almost torn apart by him. He took a few deep breaths. After he finished applying the medicine and

made sure there was no more bleeding, he carefully re-bandaged Alisha.

During the bandaging process, Alisha fell asleep again, drowsy and with a flushed face. It was evident that her fever was still

persisting.

Athena felt a little guilty. When she saw Luther finish bandaging Alisha's wound, she approached again. "Brother Luther, is Alisha's

arm alright now? When | cback, she was already injured. | didn't see the specific situation, sorry, it's their carelessness..."

"Ah!" Before she could finish her words, she suddenly let out a miserable scream.

The reason was that Luther raised his arm and delivered a heavy backhand slap to her.

The sound of the slap resounded loudly in the room, the strength and anger behind it caused Athena, along with her wheelchair, to

topple over.

She fell to the ground in a sorry state, her shoulder hitting the cabinet, and the previously injured area from the gunshot received a

heavy blow. The pain made her break out in a cold sweat, and tears streamed down her delicate cheeks.

He actually hit her?! She could hardly believe it.

He actually slapped her!

Luther glanced at the sleeping Alisha, then stood up and looked down at Athena, who was lying on the ground.

"Sorry, | thought there was a mosquito behind me. | waved my hand and accidentally hit you," he sneered.

Athena gritted her teeth, covering her lips, staring at Luther with hatred.

She lay on the ground, her chest heaving up and down.

"Luther, did you think | would believe that? Alisha got injured, it has nothing to do with me. You have no right to vent your anger on

me!" Athena roared angrily. "You actually hit me! From childhood until now, no one has dared to hit me!"

"Heh," Luther chuckled contemptuously. "I never hit women. But you're an exception."

Athena's eyes almost spewed fire, was she an exception? Wasn't she worth his sympathy?

"Don't you like me?" Luther approached, stepping closer to Athena.

Athena questioned in pain, tears glistening in her eyes, "Of course | like you. I've been patient enough for you. What else do you

want?"

Luther gave her a scornful glance and said, "Then continue being patient until you can't bear it anymore!"

Athena propped herself up on the ground, trying to sit up.

Suddenly, her fingers were forcefully stepped on by Luther, and the pain she had just relieved surged back, piercing through her.

She cried out in agony, "Brother Luther, let go! What's wrong with you? This isn't how you usually are."

Luther leaned down, coldly staring at her. "It seems you don't understandwell. I've always been like this, ruthless and

merciless in my actions. I've said before, even if Alisha loses a single hair, | won't let you off the hook. Whoever caused her injury,

you can't escape responsibility. When I'm in a bad mood, no one will have it easy. Now you know, it's not too late."

Athena bit her lower lip, enduring the pain, almost on the verge of breaking it. It was only when Luther released her pinned fingers

that she gradually regained her breath.

She was not resigned. Trying to evoke his sympathy, she couldn't accept his treatment of her. This was not the kind of love she

wanted.

"Brother Luther, could you please helponto the wheelchair? | can't move." Pretending to be pitiful, she grabbed the corner of

his pants. After spending sttogether, she knew that being tough with him wouldn't work.

She showed weakness, appearing soft. She didn't believe he would remain unmoved.

After all, she was so beautiful. How many men wouldn't be tempted?

But unexpectedly, Luther kicked her away. "Stop pretending! You can walk, why do you pretend to be in a wheelchair all the time?"

He had already seen through her and couldn't be bothered to expose it.

Athena rolled on the ground twice, narrowly avoiding hitting her forehead on the door panel.

She suddenly raised her head and caught a glimpse of the cold and mocking gaze in Luther's eyes.

Her anger surged within her, and she stood up abruptly, standing in front of him.

"Luther, don't think you can provokewithout consequences! Wait and see! One day, | will make you kneel beforeand beg